The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

Nora is staying here as a housemaid since Jake’s going to be here at least once a week and Mathews is training the new security to be positioned here since we’ll be taking him to the new house; their choice of course, always so loyal to Jake.

Jefferson will be keeping on driving Jake around when he’s here and Mathews will be spending time chauffeuring and protecting me in the Hamptons, as well as training the new security staff at the house. Jake has kept on the previous owner’s house staff and once we’re moved in, they’re all coming back to work as they did before. Jake has this all effortlessly organized and everything smoothly in place.

I admit the thought of cooks and cleaners and chauffeurs is no longer something I balk at; a life looking after my child without the stress that most mothers endure sounds like heaven to me. I know how lucky I am not to have to worry about mundane house tasks or troubles with money. I am finally accepting it all, seeing it as a perk of loving the most amazing man in the world; another gift he’s effortlessly giving me in this fairy-tale life.

I’ll have the Carrero family nearby to support me, including Sylvana and her amazing cooking skills; Sophie, and Leila when she comes home to visit. Giovanni in his own little way. Daniel … and Arrick when he’s around too. All people as important to me as Jake, infiltrated into my life. Not to mention all the staff bending to help me at every beck and call. This move is the best way to start a new life with the perfect man of my dreams. I finally convinced myself daily that this isn’t a dream I’ll one day wake up from.

The one person I’ll miss more than most when I leave is Sarah, but she’s promised to head our way at least once a month for God-motherly visits and girly catch ups, so I’m sure everything will work out perfectly.

Jake appears at the door and visually scans me. He comes over and smooths his hands down me appreciatively, my little bump barely on show, yet somehow the dress draws attention to it because of the way the high waistline kicks out as it reaches the top of my bump.

“You changed your mind?” He rubs his nose against mine, affectionally, and I shake my head.

“No, just thinking about how much I’ll miss this place when we leave.” I look around the open sitting room and stark modern décor, realizing that it’s everything Jake used to be the epitome of bachelor pad. Jake looks around and shrugs.

“I guess. Been here a while, bambino.” He pulls me into his arms, turning me to spoon him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and rests his head on mine as he looks at the four walls around us. “If these walls could talk.” that dirty laugh pulls a frown from me and I elbow him in the stomach; my green-eyed monster peeking through. “They would only say that I’ve had some seriously amazing sex with one feisty little PA.” He quickly replies and chuckles when I shove him again. There’s no way I’m letting him ruin my beautiful moment of reflection and sentiment with his prissy wild ways and past seductions of other women.

“That’s all they need to say.” I warn with a half-smile, bursting into full-on giggles when he spins me around under his arm, planting a big sloppy kiss on me.

“That’s all that matters, sexy.” He smacks my butt again and pulls me with him, tugging me playfully. “Come on this is a long ass painful drive so we’d better get going.”

I follow and grin widely at his sexy ass and broad set of shoulders.

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is long but pleasant, between listening to the radio and talking about everything and nothing, Jake has me giggling for more than half of the journey. It’s like a huge heavy darkness has lifted from us and we’re back to being who we used to be when I was his very close friend and Personal Assistant. Although, back then,

pleasure that he so freely gives me … many times over. I know it had to be good when he groaned out loud and pulled into the first lay-by he saw. Jake, the master of control, unraveled in under three minutes. I am feeling decidedly pleased at myself because of how quickly I

driving me back to the windy city, so you deserved a little reward.” He sits back in his seat and stretches his legs

to miss these high levels of horny when tadpole comes.” He twists in his seat to check his blind spot before pulling us back into traffic and my body heats up at his muscular frame and strong neck. He has a profile that

face with one of his amazing swoony smirks. I’m sure the high levels of horny I’ve

Hmmm. Swoon.

should be illegal. He has no idea of the effect he has on the hearts of the female population. Yes, he’s good-looking and I know he used to use that trait many times to his advantage, but it’s

fast.” He winks at me as his eyes roam my face, it makes me wonder exactly how much ogling I’ve been

you need to stop looking so sexy. It’s ruining my calm.” I moan as his fingers trail up my thigh

miele, it’s called pay back.” His lust-filled gaze is distracting, and I’m surprised that he’s hard so quickly for me; given the reason we stopped the car a few minutes ago. I push his hand away as it

is between my legs.” I pull my knees together in a bid to calm my devouring need. He is right though, if we keep this up, we’re never going to get

road.” Jake flickers a look at me, both hands on the wheel, as an eye roll takes me over, instantly calming my fire. He’s been on me to learn to drive so I can be more independent

I poke a finger into

… not archaic. I do actually want a wife that has her own independence, a career and something more than just me and babies.” He throws me a sympathetic look then concentrates on the mirror and windscreen systematically

for me to laze around being served and kept.” I watch as his handsome profile picks up

it won’t.” He answers diplomatically and we both know if I chose to be a kept woman, he would have absolutely

snuggly. I have no idea how long we’ve been driving; it feels longer because of the

pulling a few strings for you, gathering

on ideas and directions you may be interested in. She thinks you could start by maybe seeing a counselor yourself … and talking through the past?” He tenses as the words come out a little delicately. I know he’s waiting for my overreaction or possibly just an angry reply

met an icy and